Kael
Lucien was reading my objection when I entered.
He held it by the corner, as though touching more of the page might suggest agreement.
"Anything you dislike?" I asked.
"The second paragraph."
"That narrows it down."
"It's broad enough to let you call any difficult result a medical dispute."
I took the chair beside the table.
"Then you'll enjoy the medical clarification."
"I'd rather enjoy a match."
"One difficulty at a time."
Tessa brought the remaining copies and placed them before the council chair. A tournament liaison sat on his right. She had the current host regulations open and had already put a mark beside the page Lysander helped me find.
That was encouraging.
It was also a warning that knowing where a rule lived would not make me the only person able to read it.
Lucien moved my objection back toward me. His mark sat beside a sentence I had liked while writing it.
"Which part?" I asked.
He tapped the words disputed result.
"Disputed by whom?"
